as your spheric surface invades the night sky i wonder if those blotches were borne into you forcefully or if they developed over time, with age and fatigue. tired from beholding a world of malice and ignorance, your perfect surface has corroded and the light that you reflect grows dim. was that the plan? or do you still shine when no one is looking, when busy eyes look inward and outward instead of upward?
hang in your incredulous sky for your journey is long and your toils are endless. you viewed our destruction and lamented your concerns to the foggy night sky which hid your sorrows and caged in your fears. eclipse yourself in shadow and never show your dark side. will no one raise their heads? will the blood not move? will the face remain comatose longing for something to make it plush?
stare hard into my jealous skin and you shall see the inner workings of something not yet breathed upon, not yet fashioned. it is making its slow journey into the depths of my sadness. my shell has cracked, interior exposed, an orphan in your light. as i search the heavens for traces of your journey, i am left with a parade of cauterized emotions, an endless labyrinth of choices. maybe our paths are not so different after all?
oh to see the day you found your resting place and reflected your light in freshness for the first time. if i could, i'd sail a tattered ship on your beams through the clouds and dense atmosphere where together we could view this cold cruel world and hope to God that our dreams haven't been shattered in the fallout.
posted by jon havens
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1 comment:
yay! I'm glad you're writing again.
Choice words "plush" and "labrynth"
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